Finding Love

Chapter 2

Wondering where we were going on a good Friday night? I mean whether or not you cared, I'll tell you anyway. We were on our way to Runway, the hottest Caribbean night club in Doral at La Covacha. Sure I enjoyed going to Brick House, Liv, Story, and Club Space, but I'm an island girl at heart. After completing this degree, I needed to get a little loose and be in my element.

I don't think y'all know how annoyed I am right now; it's 10:30 p.m. and these hoes still ain't dressed yet. You'd think that since I had a larger circumference to wash and cover that they'd be ready before me but I shouldn't be surprised though, I've endured this for 16 years. After all my constant nagging they were finally ready and as we got in the car, I sped down the highway.

Forty-five minutes later, we were parked and waiting in the long ass line that I was trying to avoid *rolls eyes*. Doesn't make sense to complain again because we're here and my besties were looking fly as fuck. Rosie wore a navy blue and white tie-dye romper with tan gladiators, and gold accessories (MK watch, Pandora ring, studs). Avonell wore distressed jean shorts, a black lace crop top, black Air Jordan 12 Retros, a black choker, and silver studs. My outfit was bomb too, low key felt like issa snack with my white, sheer, deep v-cut bodysuit, white distressed boyfriend jeans, white ballerina flats, gold hoops, and bangles (looking all godly and shit or maybe like a large glass of milk?).

Sit down pon buddy when you feel horny
Cyan 6:30, go 3:40
Touch me till yo get real naughty
Say you waan fuck now...

I whined and gyrated to the sounds of Aidonia while taking a sip of my Brugal and Hennessy mixed drink. I smiled as I watched my two friends get their freak on with two handsome guys who approached them earlier. Must be nice, being able to get a man's attention so quickly. I'm not jealous of my friends but damn niggas always flocked to them and ignored me or only spoke to me to get to them. In my mind, I became the wing woman and DUFF (designated ugly fat friend) although I knew that my besties didn't see me that way. While I was deep in my thoughts, I didn't realize that the guys had left and that Kodak's Tunnel Vision was booming through the speakers.

"Damn Nae, I didn't think that the men in Miami would be this fine." Avonell shouted.

"Bitchhhhhhh, I'm saying, that's why I exchanged numbers with that papi chulo," Rosie squealed.

"I been telling y'all for four years, it's a damn shame none ain't interested in a sista, but y'all already know how I feel about meeting niggas at clubs. It's a definite no, no," I replied loudly over the music.

Before Rosie and Avonell could hit me upside my head, our song Tic Toc by Salty began to play. As the words bang bing, bang bing, biddibi bing bing played our asses were moving and shaking to the beat. We were shutting shit down so good that I didn't even realize that a crowd had surrounded us and were cheering us on. I slowly backed away because I didn't like all the attention and instead just snapped my friends doing the damn thing.

I decided to go the bar to buy another round of drinks for my friends. I have a high tolerance y'all *someone call AA* but I never over do it when I'm driving. But anyway, I don't know if this has ever happened to you before but have you ever felt someone watching you, watching you so hard that it feels like they are staring into your soul (and no it's not the liquor making me paranoid, this was only going to be my second cup). Well that's how I felt at the moment, and it caused my whole body to be filled with goosebumps. I made my way back to my friends and after giving them their drinks, I started to move my body to the sweet sounds of soca music. I then felt the presence of someone to the left of me. Runway was packed tonight so it didn't bother me until...

I felt someone staring at me again and I was now questioning if I was indeed a bit tipsy because the tiny hairs on my neck were now standing up. I didn't want to make things obvious so with my peripheral vision, I saw that the person to my left was the one who was staring in my direction. Was he staring at me? Was he watching one of my best friends or was he watching the thickums with the curly hair on my right. My mind was so wrapped up in this game of twenty-one questions that I didn't realize that he was whispering in my ear.

"Why you acting weird, ma?" he asked in a deep, seductive tone.

I loved men from all races and ethnicities but I was more attracted to light brights (light-skinned men); well I thought I did until I looked up to see who made my ear drum ring with ecstasy. Mr. man had dark chocolate skin that was smooth like velvet. He was about 6'3", built (muscles and a six-pack), had dark brown eyes that almost looked black and a well-groomed beard and goatee. Damn don't even get me started on his attire. He dressed simple but his sexiness made his swagger so effortless. He wore a white tee (a bit fitted to show his body), dark acid-washed jeans, a red snapback, custom-made red Air Jordan 6 Retro "Infrared 23s" with a gold Rolex.

I can't even lie y'all, he was the man of my dreams. I felt a little wetness in my lace boy shorts while trying to process that he was talking to me.

"Acting weird, how?" I replied after eye raping him.

He just smiled with his perfect teeth, held my hand, kissed the back of it and told me to enjoy the rest of my night. Rosie and Avonell scolded me when they found out that I didn't even get his name or number. I somehow got some courage to go and speak to him again (more like forced) but as I scanned through the crowd to look for him, I saw him grinding very provocatively on this skinny, attractive girl and whispering in her ear. You see why I don't like meeting niggas at a club; they either have a woman or just want sex. He was just too good to be true.